"Come in," Hayley called from her seat by the window, shoving the forms she'd been working on together into a haphazard stack. Government employment: the stream of parchment was truly neverending. Even so, there was interesting paperwork, and then there were progress reports.
Fine. If they wanted her to declare every last damn step she made, she was going to declare the shit out of her day. She glanced at the page in front of her (which started with 7:30 Woken by the pitter-patter of little feet in weather-appropriate boots and had only gotten as far as 13:25 Suit of armour by my room begins rousing - if creaky - rendition of 'O Britannia' by the time she'd reached the end) and rolled her eyes in Spencer's direction when he let himself inside. "You don't even know the kind of torment you just saved me from."